Shen Tingwan's life was shattered into pieces in a sudden family crisis. When all the halo faded away, she was like a soaked and faded watercolor painting, standing awkwardly at the crossroads of fate.
Fu Yanci is the most mysterious and unpredictable business tycoon in Beijing. His world is composed of precise numbers and cold logic, like a heavily guarded island.
A well-designed encounter, a marriage contract worth thousands of dollars, binds two people who have no intersection at all.
He needs a legitimate "Mrs. Fu" to comfort his seriously ill elders and resist the endless peach blossoms.
She needs a huge sum of money to save her family in exchange for her father's breathing space and to protect his last dignity.
After marriage, they were strangers living under the same roof, playing the role of a loving couple with superb acting skills. He calmly drew the line, and she followed the rules tacitly. His world is still a clock that keeps track of every second, but her paintbrush depicts the unknown fatigue and tenderness he occasionally reveals over and over again in the loneliness of midnight.
When the contract was about to expire, when all the crises seemed to have settled, they were shocked to realize that this marriage that started as a transaction had quietly deviated from the preset course in countless unknowing moments.
It turns out that the most rigorous logic cannot calculate the trajectory of heartbeat.
It turns out that the coldest contract cannot lock the growth of warmth.
